so true, i thought about that too... im sorry that he was not my first kiss, sexual experience, one child... he was renting a room from my aunt. one day he asked me to go with him to my aunt's bedroom he took out a photo album from the shelf, knelt next to the bed and showed me all the pictures of myself... baby, school, and family pictures... he pointed me out as i knelt next to him and said "see...i've always loved you"...
my first was a nightmare...
and i thank God that he blessed me with my husband and son they're the BEST!!! ;-)
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HOPE
- December 06, 2007 03:17:50
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"HOPE'S PLACE"
One look at love and you may encounter
a thread that's the loop untouched,
An unraveled ball of twine can rend apart
and hope is born in a lover's heart.
Whispering breath's place,
melting through a sigh.
An ebb of dreams that flow through memories.
One breath,
one word may end or may start
and hope is born in a lover's heart.
Love's created when spirits carve
and dreams persist in reality,
then give away to the freedom winds with wings.
But if such a love is meant to be;
hope is home,
and the filled heart free.
Through the heavens is our journey,
we are the wanderers of love.
So let love rise
and have a place in a lover's heart.
If spirits lead to love,
then you may surpass dreams.
But if love departs then give it wings
to send it through the freedom winds.
But if such a love's meant returned,
then home is made from hope
where a heart's filled from lovers' yearn.
Nick
11/3/62-9/7/97
yes im vain i think this poem is about us... my first love... when he passed my aunt mailed this poem to my mom. she never wanted us together, long story. im so sorry!! i've always loved him!! tyvm for stopping in..."i wish you love" summer...xxxooo
One look at love and you may encounter
a thread that's the loop untouched,
An unraveled ball of twine can rend apart
and hope is born in a lover's heart.
Whispering breath's place,
melting through a sigh.
An ebb of dreams that flow through memories.
One breath,
one word may end or may start
and hope is born in a lover's heart.
Love's created when spirits carve
and dreams persist in reality,
then give away to the freedom winds with wings.
But if such a love is meant to be;
hope is home,
and the filled heart free.
Through the heavens is our journey,
we are the wanderers of love.
So let love rise
and have a place in a lover's heart.
If spirits lead to love,
then you may surpass dreams.
But if love departs then give it wings
to send it through the freedom winds.
But if such a love's meant returned,
then home is made from hope
where a heart's filled from lovers' yearn.
Nick
11/3/62-9/7/97
yes im vain i think this poem is about us... my first love... when he passed my aunt mailed this poem to my mom. she never wanted us together, long story. im so sorry!! i've always loved him!! tyvm for stopping in..."i wish you love" summer...xxxooo
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Similar story in my life. She's alive, we've talked, we're OK, and I still can't talk about it without getting angry at her parents.
I'm sorry for your loss, may he find peace.
Joe
thats so beautiful that you can still see and talk to her... you are blessed!!
Back from the brightness, like hair
Cast over a shoulder.
I am alone,
Four years older;
Like the chairs and the walls
Which I once watched brighten
With you beside me. I was to waken
Never like this, whatever came or was taken.
The stalk grows, the year beats on the wind.
Apples come, and the month for their fall.
The bark spreads, the roots tighten.
Though today be the last
Or tomorrow all,
You will not mind.
That I may not remember
Does not matter.
I shall not be with you again.
What we knew, even now
Must scatter
And be ruined, and blow
Like dust in the rain.
You have been dead a long season
And have less than desire
Who were lover with lover;
And I have life—that old reason
To wait for what comes,
To leave what is over.
so very much ☼ ♥Mrs. Lathrop ♥☼!! i miss him soooo... :-'(
I thought of you when i saw this :)
he's now my angel...
very good
just to have a chance to tell you... i've always believe we would meet one day when we were older to become great friends... i never thought u would die... missing u so much... now ur only a dream...